00:00I was waiting, sitting in my little boat, hoping someone would fix it, row it, guide it, get me to the shore. I waited for a sign, for someone to see me, for help, but no one came, and the waves kept coming.
00:16I felt forgotten, alone, stuck, until one day, I noticed the oars, right there beside me, covered in dust. Maybe, I wasn't meant to be rescued. Maybe, I was meant to remember who I am, so I picked them up, and I started to row, not perfectly, not quickly, but forward.
00:39In stroke by stroke, the shore came closer, and I did too, because no one can carry me all the way to where I'm meant to go. Some journeys, I have to take myself.
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